06-02-2021, 06:41 PM
sickle
Sickle is glad that someone else arrives, but her hopes that she’d be able to ask this colt some of the questions that are forming in her head are quickly dashed. He asks questions first, and she turns her mismatched gaze to look at him with something close to derision. “How would I bring it here? In my mouth?” She tries to open her mouth wide enough in order to accommodate the egg, and her body flickers into the shape of a blue thylacine (and its great gaping jaws). Okay, maybe she could have if she had been in that form.
This realization zaps her back into the form of a blue filly and she answers a little more seriously.
“It was just sitting here when I was walking by.” She lowers her head towards the shell but as soon as she touches it it burns her skin. She yelps, and flies back a foot - flashing into a wolf and then a griffin and then back to a filly in the blink of an eye. The burn has already healed but she exclaims anyway. “It’s hot!”
Did it just shift a little after she had touched it, or had that been her muzzle moving it?
She looks to the boy now, hoping he might be able to answer a question of hers after she had answered his. Even if her answers really weren’t much of anything. “What kind of egg do you think it is?”
This realization zaps her back into the form of a blue filly and she answers a little more seriously.
“It was just sitting here when I was walking by.” She lowers her head towards the shell but as soon as she touches it it burns her skin. She yelps, and flies back a foot - flashing into a wolf and then a griffin and then back to a filly in the blink of an eye. The burn has already healed but she exclaims anyway. “It’s hot!”
Did it just shift a little after she had touched it, or had that been her muzzle moving it?
She looks to the boy now, hoping he might be able to answer a question of hers after she had answered his. Even if her answers really weren’t much of anything. “What kind of egg do you think it is?”
@[Chasm]